I’ve got a sore throat, i threw out my back yesterday, the world is hovering just above the shitter, I’m broke and feelin’ mighty old…but I’m thankful for my home and my family. Everybody, hug and kiss those you love.
Archive for November, 2008
Tags: Car, Cartoon, Holiday, Humor, Julie Peppito, Milo, obsessive, Pen & Ink
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For the next few weeks there will likely be a lot of entries like this. I’m working in Manhattan for the first time since Milo was born so commuting time will be my best chance to draw (I’ll be drawing at work, but not anything fun or that I would want to lay claim to). After four months of a mostly cocoon-like experience at home with Julie and Milo, it was a shock this morning to pile onto the subway and then to emerge into the bustle of midtown. I’ll be spending my mornings with Milo, but won’t get home until he’s gone to bed. I’ll miss our midday walks.
This bag of garbage contains the results of our big monthly shopping expedition. Even though we shop at the Park Slope Food Co-Op and bring our own shopping bags, we still end up generating waste when we shop: the clear bags we shove our lettuce and fruit in, the smaller bags containing “bulk” items,the shrink wrap on boxes of tea, not to mention the vacuum packaging on the meat products. Sigh.
Watch this clip and see for yourself what the “terrorist” Obama was “palling around with” has to say:
I know it’s mean, and that we should be aiming high and moving beyond partisan recriminations and all that…but they’ve been doing it to us for so long, and it feels soooooo good to watch them crash and burn. I’d like to think that the party will have to rethink it’s pandering to zealots, idiots, fascists, racists and homophobes, but really what will that leave them with? Sigh. Have a great weekend, everybody. I hope to post new Milo pix over the weekend…
Our kitty has been having a rough time. She has gone from being the focus of our affection to playing second fiddle to a screaming hairless kitten that seemingly came out of nowhere. She tries to be good, and has shown big-sisterly instincts towards Milo: She comes over and mewls in sympathy when he’s crying, and likes to rub up against him and lick his head when she can get away with it. But I can tell that she’s struggling to cope. We don’t play with her nearly as much as we used to, and we have less patience for her screen-clawing and ankle-nipping. But we still love her.
Milo is currently obsessed with this multi-colored butterfly toy that hangs in his crib. It has two rings that hang down from it and he tugs on them endlessly, giving me an opportunity to draw him from a consistent angle. I think I got a little closer to an actual likeness this time. I almost captured his profile, but it’s still a little too generic baby and not enough actual Milo. As my friend Steve always says to me, “back to the drawing board”.
Several week’s accumulation of office and studio trash, some crap from the garage and some of those nearly-impenetrable plastic shells that consumer electronics come in. Oh, and some chicken bones.
This is the second in a series of drawings of dead things. These images are intended to be gruesome, but not depressing. As Robyn Hitchcock said: “…and over where the magpie struts, a flower billows from my guts”.
Here’s a great explanation of what has happened to the republican party, by one of their own: